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A/N: Thanks again to all those who reviewed.
8 am MCS Day 3 Goren's head was spinning before getting out of bed. By the time he made it off the elevator he felt like death warmed over.
The morning was slow, meaning it's a paperwork day. Sitting at his desk he stares at the pile of paperwork, willing it to disappear. No luck. Fiddling with the pens in his cup; he scans the room for Eames. The monotonous process always seems to be little more enjoyable when she's sitting across from him.
Misery loves company.
10:30 am MCS
Ten cups of coffee downed, Eames was still no where to be seen. "Another 15 minutes. Then I'll go ask the Captain. 15 minutes." Mutters Goren.
The Captain looks up once hearing the knock at the door.
"Enter."
Seeing his wrinkled suit. Deakins remarks; "Goren - you look like hell."
"Where's Eames?" Goren asks bluntly.
"She's around." Responds Deakins.
"Could you be a little more specific, Sir?"
"No. Now, don't you have paperwork to finish up?" ends Deakins.
Nodding. Goren turns to exit and slams the door shut after him making the blinds clatter noisly. Walking down the hall he sees Eames just leaving interrogation room 1.
"Who's in there?" Goren demands.
Eames didn't like her partner's tone. "A suspect."
"Eames, don't give me that bull shit."
"Elizabeth." She says flatly.
"Let me talk to her."
"Goren. The Captain gave me specific orders not to let you near her."
"Screw the Captain. Eames, look, I can handle it. I know her pathology. Trust me ."
Two uniforms and a sergeant stand and watch as the two dectective negotiate their terms.
"Bobby, I'll talk to the Captain. If he gives you the go."
"Fine. I'll wait."
Goren watched as Eames walked down the hall towards the main floor. Making a mental check, he looks at the sergeant and the two officers standing in the hall. Phase two.
Casually he asks, "Long night? "
All three nod there head in unison.
"Hey, why don't you guys go get some coffee. You all look beat." Suggests Goren.
Picking up on their wariness, Goren raises his right hand. "I'll be good."
It only took thirty seconds for them to take Goren's advice.
A/N: Thanks again to all those who reviewed.
8 am MCS Day 3 Goren's head was spinning before getting out of bed. By the time he made it off the elevator he felt like death warmed over.
The morning was slow, meaning it's a paperwork day. Sitting at his desk he stares at the pile of paperwork, willing it to disappear. No luck. Fiddling with the pens in his cup; he scans the room for Eames. The monotonous process always seems to be little more enjoyable when she's sitting across from him.
Misery loves company.
10:30 am MCS
Ten cups of coffee downed, Eames was still no where to be seen. "Another 15 minutes. Then I'll go ask the Captain. 15 minutes." Mutters Goren.
The Captain looks up once hearing the knock at the door.
"Enter."
Seeing his wrinkled suit. Deakins remarks; "Goren - you look like hell."
"Where's Eames?" Goren asks bluntly.
"She's around." Responds Deakins.
"Could you be a little more specific, Sir?"
"No. Now, don't you have paperwork to finish up?" ends Deakins.
Nodding. Goren turns to exit and slams the door shut after him making the blinds clatter noisly. Walking down the hall he sees Eames just leaving interrogation room 1.
"Who's in there?" Goren demands.
Eames didn't like her partner's tone. "A suspect."
"Eames, don't give me that bull shit."
"Elizabeth." She says flatly.
"Let me talk to her."
"Goren. The Captain gave me specific orders not to let you near her."
"Screw the Captain. Eames, look, I can handle it. I know her pathology. Trust me ."
Two uniforms and a sergeant stand and watch as the two dectective negotiate their terms.
"Bobby, I'll talk to the Captain. If he gives you the go."
"Fine. I'll wait."
Goren watched as Eames walked down the hall towards the main floor. Making a mental check, he looks at the sergeant and the two officers standing in the hall. Phase two.
Casually he asks, "Long night? "
All three nod there head in unison.
"Hey, why don't you guys go get some coffee. You all look beat." Suggests Goren.
Picking up on their wariness, Goren raises his right hand. "I'll be good."
It only took thirty seconds for them to take Goren's advice.